I am after the American Dream, but it is def in the wrong country. I really am convinced that I am never going to achieve the things that I need to at this pace. My job is so shaky right now, the funds to get a beautiful yet manageable home are dashed. I pray to God everyday, but I know he has bigger things to attend to than my middle aged yearnings. I hope that I can, but the reality is I know I can't. Woe is me.
A busy and fucked up week if I may say so myself. My grandfather died at 7:11pm Thursday August 13th and now my family is fussing and crying and fighting and all a hot mess. I never imagined the numbness I would feel. The hurt and the empty. I miss him already. RIP 1927-2015. The only thing I have left to look forward to is my trip to the beach next weekend. Santa Monica or bust. I need to get away from it all if just for a bit.
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